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"Okay, Victor, we completely got everything out," Aureliano said, leaning back in his chair like he'd just wrapped up some high-level tech op instead of committing five felonies on a Tuesday. He glanced at me like he expected applause. "Looks like this Elena girl tried to send this photo to her Instagram—doctored it with Anne's face." I glanced at the image he flipped around on his tablet. A naked woman, legs curled artfully, mouth half open. Clearly a p**n star. The watermark wasn't even fully cropped.

Her eyes widened with shock causing Farhan to snatch it of her but once he saw what was on the phone he quickly turned it off and gave Aliya a painful look. "What happened?, what was on there?" Sona asked with confusion. "That fucking bastard" Farhan gritted out with rage. Aliya fell to the ground, sobbing with pain and humiliation. Preeti and Sona hugged her while Ezhil and Sunny looked at Farhan with shock. "Farhan what happened?, why is she crying?" Ezhil asked, placing his hand on Farhan's shoulder. Farhan turned towards Ezhil, tugging on his hair. "Her photos, her nudes, t-they, t-they were posted on an advertisement, the fucking photos somehow got leaked even though I made sure to dele

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

"You tell me‚ Ethan." "What do you mean‚ you tell me? I've never seen this before in my life! This is saying Anderson— this is saying he—" He looked up from the screen‚ his face twisted with horror. "A minor? They're saying he assaulted a minor? In her bedroom? Skye‚ what the fuck is this?" "Someone leaked information to the Tribune. Private information. Details about my life‚ about where I sleep‚ about things that only someone close to me would know. And I was told it came from you."

Nelly growled, crossing her arms. “Ever since your sex tape with Lucien was leaked by him who swore he didn’t kiss and tell–you’ve become calm and lame as hell. I miss the old Doris who stirred chaos, who fights for what’s wrong and right sometimes, the yapper Doris.” “There’s literally no difference between you and that blonde bitch—Diana—and it’s embarrassing to us.” “My nude got leaked on I*******m and every other popular platform that I’m well-known by Zane — my ex — and I didn’t even overreact the way you are. So why the hell are you acting like it’s the end of the world?

Chapter Twenty-Five Priscilla’s POV The fake DNA report leaked at 9:47 a.m. on a Thursday. I was in the middle of a video call with our European distributor when Elena burst into my office without knocking, her face was pale. She slid her tablet across the desk. The headline screamed in bold letters: “Shocking DNA Evidence Exposes Entrepreneur Priscilla Marlow’s Five-Year Deception – Twins Not Creighton Cross’s Heirs.”

Elena was out of her mind, for she had just sent the president her nude photo, lying on the bed only on a red garter. He was more amazed than shocked. He never expected her to go this far. Now he was sure... Nico had just met a stubborn match. And this one wouldn't cry in the backseat of his car.

So, this was what the threat had all been about. I hadn’t stopped seeing him, so as a consequence, nude pictures of me had been leaked, and false information printed. I wondered how Greta had got to the point of hating me this much. We barely even knew each other. Had she been in love with Ezra?

The damning photo was everywhere. It started as a whisper, then a trickle, then an avalanche. A grainy image, snapped from an angle that had clearly been meant to be sneaky. Now this intimate moment was plastered across pack forums and private chats: me, holding Cora in my arms in the warehouse. No context. No caption. Just that single, damning moment. I stared at the blown-up version on Ethan’s tablet, my jaw tight. “Brad’s camp leaked it,” he said “He’s always been such an ass. I just didn’t know his camp would go this far.”

And now I had to tell her that everything we built might be at risk. I stood and started pacing my office. The photos. The damn photos. Someone had leaked intimate pictures—some of me, some of Maya, even one with Oscar. How? When? I didn’t know. Damian said he was on it, but the silence was making my skin crawl. I didn’t know what else Alfred had. I didn’t know if this was just the beginning.